There will be time

When i was small, if i couldn’t play, if my mother had me seated in front of her lecturing me and making me practice proper “ladies” ways; i was constantly worried, fidgeting about the tick tock clock that was running. Surely, there was a better use of my time.

After all, i had so much energy. Energy i was dying to use; touch, love, run, play, discover, create magic and explore the world. There was a constant restlessness that i would never be able to do enough.

I remember when i read the love song of J Alfred Prufrock by TS Eliot. I did not understand.

And indeed there will be time … There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate; Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea.

For the first time, when i met my husband i understood. But only for a while.

And now, i am in a place where there is time. And there is not.

For all magic i dared create. And to feel with pulsating life everything beneath my palm and beyond. In far away places, where i would go, with strength and awe. And feel the beauty of being young.

I wish for my energy back. I wish for the force which is life, with which i want to live my life.

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Truly inspirational writing. Have been following your blog for a few days now. Please write whenever you can, as i am sure it gives all the readers strength that it gives me. It helps me look at life (past, present and the future) in a new light.